The End Of The Blue Period Poem by Cristina M. Moldoveanu

if others slithered between two air columns
the child who had never learned the race was running
as if swimming face to face with an ocean's wall
his head like an iron ball
dragging his motionless body
only as far as the tethered roots could stretch

when his father carried him on his shoulders
the child felt through his nostrils
how the man's steps slice the air
how the wind passes close to the ears as if
walking is another kind of flight allowed only to others
a perfectly directed music

with all his heart he would have liked to play
like a normal child
to forget he had had wings before growing roots
but others were faster while playing tag
they ran around him avoiding to touch him

he was left to be the savage defeated without fight
the blue acrobat in equilibrium on his ball
from another paradise